Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and s...
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'At least now she'd know the name of her killer.'
'Hello, my name is Madeline Curtis, I'm here to audition for the role of..'
'Thank you for having me. My name is Madeline Curtis and I'm here to audition for..'
'Hi, I'm Madeline Curtis, today I'm auditioning for the role of..'
'Madeline Curtis, nice to meet you. Today I'll be reading for..'
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I yanked myself out of my trance, the sun was beginning to fall into the horizon and allow me out of the shadows.
This morning I'd learned how quickly my skin begins to sizzle and sunburn underneath direct beams of sunlight. It fades quickly once in the shadows, but I think I'll still be able to survive as an actress. Today had been full of melancholy auditions with small movies and awkward stares from the other women staring at my slight sunburn across my face.
"Can I get you anything else?" A red head asked me with a pot of coffee stopped by my table for the fourth time.
I don't even know why I was here. The sound of everyone hearts beating synchronously was giving me a headache and every time another person entered the cafe, I immediately noticed their bulging veins whether it was their neck or their forehead.
"Oh no thank you," I motioned towards my water, "This is really filling me up."
It was a half-ass reply but it worked, she walked away with an awkward smile. When the sun sets, I'll get out of here and maybe go buy a book from across the street to occupy my time.
Oliver's handwritten letter never left my mind. Although he told me to find him if I needed help, he never specified how. I had so many questions, what happens when I run out of raw meat from the hotel, how am I even supposed to pay for all of the days in the hotel room? Sydney, the hotel maid I'd met yesterday night, had told me Oliver only covered for the rest of the week before he'd left.
I stared out the window as if it's pass the time quickly, but I did notice one thing. A girl wandering around the streets with a confused look on her face and a couple of papers in her hands. She reminded me of myself.
Before Oliver, at least.
Before Oliver... that's it!
Despite the water being free, I slammed a five dollar onto the table before rushing out the door (faster than humanly possible) and stopping in front of the curly haired girl.
